This story's a hoot!
"Rivendell International Airport" by Primsong
A bit of humor considering what might have happened if the Fellowship had decided to take a plane instead of walking all that ways - would Anduril make it through security?
Excerpt:
Aragorn, who had placed himself at the head of the line in case there were any dangerous moves from the guards, finally stepped up before them, handing them his ticket as he had seen previous people do.
The guard examined it. "Nrogara Cte?" he said. "Odd name."
"It's a Northern dialect," Aragorn said with a straight face.
"Going to Gondor?"
"Just visiting some cousins."
"All right, seems to be in order. Take off your shoes. Go ahead and step through the gate."
"Take off my shoes?"
"That's right. They go in this bin. You can put them back on after you go through."
Aragorn shrugged and knelt down to tug off his boots, then walked through the gate.
BEEEEEEEEEP!
Everyone still waiting in line jumped.. Aragorn startled and reflexively whipped out his sword. The guards just shook their heads at him.
"That's probably what set it off."
"What?"
"It's metal, you'll need to take it off."
"Metal?"
"The gate detects if you are carrying any metal," the first guard told him as if instructing a small child.
Aragorn took a deep breath then slowly unbuckled Anduril in its sheath and laid it aside. "Now what?"
"Walk through again."
He tried a second time.
BEEEEEEEEEEP!
"Any other weapons?"
on ff.net:
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4106468/1/
A bit of humor considering what might have happened if the Fellowship had decided to take a plane instead of walking all that ways - would Anduril make it through security?
Excerpt:
Aragorn, who had placed himself at the head of the line in case there were any dangerous moves from the guards, finally stepped up before them, handing them his ticket as he had seen previous people do.
The guard examined it. "Nrogara Cte?" he said. "Odd name."
"It's a Northern dialect," Aragorn said with a straight face.
"Going to Gondor?"
"Just visiting some cousins."
"All right, seems to be in order. Take off your shoes. Go ahead and step through the gate."
"Take off my shoes?"
"That's right. They go in this bin. You can put them back on after you go through."
Aragorn shrugged and knelt down to tug off his boots, then walked through the gate.
BEEEEEEEEEP!
Everyone still waiting in line jumped.. Aragorn startled and reflexively whipped out his sword. The guards just shook their heads at him.
"That's probably what set it off."
"What?"
"It's metal, you'll need to take it off."
"Metal?"
"The gate detects if you are carrying any metal," the first guard told him as if instructing a small child.
Aragorn took a deep breath then slowly unbuckled Anduril in its sheath and laid it aside. "Now what?"
"Walk through again."
He tried a second time.
BEEEEEEEEEEP!
"Any other weapons?"
on ff.net:
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4106468/1/
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